Best By Nature Poems
Trapped for so long in walls that cocooned her
She struggles to break free
All she desires is escape from the darkness of her prison
And the walls that bind her
To feel the sun on her face, the cool breeze on her body
She pushes and pushes with all her might …
Eventually she sees a pinprick of daylight
She struggles and struggles, fighting with all her strength
Finally emerging into the world
Fluid pumps around her body
She twists and turns and her wings start to unfurl
Hanging upside-down she remains motionless for several hours
Slowly, sensuously, she reveals her beautiful body
I gasp at her breathtaking beauty – she is simply stunning
There before my very eyes – a beautiful butterfly
13th April 2015
emerald green growth
dresses the rocks and pebbles
natural velvet
101 poems in a row Contest #18
Sponsored by PD Linda:-)
5th April 2015
~human destiny
Infinite infinity
the loving impulse~
Crystal beads embellish
foliage until delicate zephyr winds
cast them adrift.
Lune 1 - Collum form lune 3,5,3,words
Contest – One Pretty Little Lune
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
08~02~15
Nature brings us such astonishing beauty,
and one of the most lovely sights is Flamingos.
Whether they are in a huge group or two by two,
or a pink mother and baby with feathers new;
light gray feathers than will in time have a pink hue.
Flamingos are in truth quite bizarre and grotesque,
with their long necks and long, long legs and odd faces;
comical how they stand and even sleep on one leg.
They love to gather around a shallow lagoon or lake,
oh, such a breathtaking sight - it makes my heart ache;
they look so unique that at first you may think they are fake.
These ancient birds can live up to 60 years of age,
spending their day eating algae, crustaceans and bugs;
they are quite peaceful and tranquil but do have enemies,
one is man, too many have been captured from the wild.
You know what I mean if you have been to a zoo,
you really didn't think that to the zoo- they flew;
but there is another bird that likes them, too.
The Lappet-faced Vulture Buzzard consumes Flamingo,
this huge, powerful old world bird who also eats carrion;
has been known to hunt Flamingo adults and chicks.
Nature gives us both fantastic beauty and heartbreaking horror,
yet, even Buzzards have a beauty in their skills.
The in air cartwheels and soaring, the high-pitched crying,
spectacular displays that show off their awesome flying;
but, to hunt Flamingo is just dreadful - no denying.
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January 9, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Painted Pink By Nature
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1102-481-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Scewed XX
sponsor, Rob Carmack
Ninth Place
Received, NA in Buzzards and Flamingos Contest,
Judged, 1/29/19
Yellow it once was
Today it stands, yet wilting
Beautiful flower
Winds of time create
Flies
Fur flying off
Bear
Soft white
Snow fall
Moon created
Form:
Upon the forest floor lie
trees of yesteryear forced by
changing seasons long past gleaned
comforter of summers greened.
Nature doesn't bow to restraints
devours walls with an embrace.
Grace solace with no complaints,
stretched tight among time and space.
5/28/2018
I watched the pregnant night with all its dark secrets unfold in front of my tired eyes
And the moon full of passion and glory singing loudly above my mystified head
While the dancing stars illuminates profoundly around my sleeping bed.
The night flying with favor saturated with awe landed upon a steady rock
And smile gentle at me, as if I was part of its formidable mystery
It took my powerful hands and travel around the pervasive land
The night full of power and might converse with me until broad day light
We sat upon mountain tops staring each other in the eyes, night searching night
I just could not resist this enigma everything was engraved in a profound paradox.
We flew upon roof tops, tall buildings and skyscrapers observing tiny shadows
bewildered by all the trouble makers, bad men and ruthless gangs.
And there were those who pretended as if they had something to hide
Tip-toeing softly with pistols hanging from their brutal sides, hearts racing miserable.
There we were standing right by their naked beds watching them inter-coursing
We stood right behind their porous doors absorbing every single word , we hear them bad mouthing each other right before the start of the popular show
Oh powerful night why do you keep dragging me out of my spongy bed at nights?
What have I to do with this mystical episode,
I pray thee release me from this tormenting discourse.
The night forced me into cavernous nature, we sat upon tall trees and solid rocks
gallivanting on the beach and running up and down on crystal white sand
We glide through thick forest bewildered by sounds, unfamiliar sounds
with a hopeful message engraved deeply in them.
The night owl had fallen asleep
And there I was bounded by nature way out in the deep
I saw her standing on top of the heightened mountain smiling and waving at me
Everything happened so quickly,it was a glorious mystery.
sticks and stones
can break bones
but my words
only creates tones
the tool of the wise
is his pen
the resting place of the lion
is it den
only a fool trust in his gun
and that is the difference
between the moon and the sun
i am a lion
but do not feed on flesh
i like to go natural
for it will just make me fresh
Outside my window
A rock dove flies upward
I gaze in wonder
Edenic paradise garnished
by perfection magnificence
ushered mankind’s first parents
to an intimate relationship
with the sovereign Creator…
Garden, freshly-dressed
served as venue for blissful worship
around welcoming trees' canopy
lifting freedom praise of thanksgiving
while boughs lilted along adoration breeze…
Flower terraces of resplendent hues
wafted delightful redolence to the Lord
the Designer of supreme beauty-elegance
and Multiplier of blessings’ supply
as hallelujah symphony from songbirds prevailed…
Mountain ranges in their steadfast grandeur
expressed gratitude toward their Maker
through their pinnacles reaching out to the clouds
as hills extol their Upholder midst valleys’ affirmation
witnessed by the oceans’ wave-crests, exalting life Source…
Via virtual nature-trip, restricted with community lockdown
I find myself in this blessed ambiance
beholding nature, by faith
in its original creation-status…
thankful to the Sovereign Saviour for His handiwork*.
*Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
May 10, 2021
8th place, "Nature" Free Verse Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 5/11/2021.
Those Oceans' Eyes'
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O those oceans' eyes' they come ashore,
open, a need, the sandy beaches to explore!
Sadly what they see, is what they left behind!
Much pollution, mans plastics of every kind!
Little ripples reaching further, blush with shame!
Nature shouts in the wind, "You're not to blame".
Man has long known self-destruction, his bidding!
Nature begging, man thinks she is kidding!
Spurned, mother nature now will not relent,
on righting our wrongs all her time now spent!
We can help, I have shouted oh so very often,
Why do we continue putting nails in our own coffin?
Stop all pollution now, we have no need to suffer.
The ozone layer in decline but only just still a buffer!
To carry on polluting isn't that just plain stupid!
I know we all love life, I have just asked Cupid.
I shout, I plead, I beg for us to save nature!
Stop all pollution now, the need too is MAJOR!
I sit under my crape myrtle tree
in full bloom of white
feeling the cool breeze from the rain
a couple of miles away
I've no particular thoughts about being a miner of
so I'll let my thoughts wander
and watch the clouds rush by
heading Northwest to an unknown destination
while Bluejays play tag in the limbs
and Igrets dig for food in the soil of my yard
seeming not to care that I'm here
I'll spend a few hours in this shade
relax and listen to thoughts that drift away
with the bird songs soaking in Nature,
finding peace, with no thoughts of tomorrow
nor seeking memories to dwell on
only the serenity that comes from a pristine
calmness of the mind
The trees makes atmosphere so that birds can get their needs,
The same way you make a love to me so that I can live in this lonely world.
There was nothing to me in this world;
I thought that it’s a mistake of mine, to live alone these days.
But a day you’ll come to me, enlightened a hope of way to live,
In the shade of your love, I can built my world……..of love…..of love…….of love!
- Written and owned by Amit Valmiki
Amidst the bounties of nature
Lies a place for the heart so pure
On the hill the grass feels the care
On the trees the birds we can hear
Along the creek the sweet spring flows
Across the field the soft wind blows
Over the plain the sun is bright
The golden grains reflect the light
Flowers in bloom diffuse their scent
That life can be as it was sent
On the ground they all weave a home
Standing still in the years to come
It nourishes the mind and soul
Like how the rain quenches the soil
Let a pure heart grow in this kind
Truth and bliss are what he shall find